This is a song about "A rival"

Yup you got a lot a

She acting all extra

Its gonna be a a test

Just say he's the best

His a very hard rival you little ben

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Trying to get back to this thing called love

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Just so happens mine they prefer

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Em teached me how to fuck up my rival

You all niggas ain't even on my level